My Podcasts. My Thoughts.
My Writings. My Thoughts.
It is a slow process, the editing of a book. I am working with an old friend who used to type up manuscripts for a publisher. She is brilliant and her attention to detail exceptional. Every line I have written for the first book has been questioned. It is so good for me. I am learning a lot.
Part of the journey to write my children’s fantasy adventure is to illustrate it myself. We are all good at something and terrible at other things. I had always believed that I was hopeless at drawing. I readily confess, I am not great, but the...
My book has arrived. When I say my book, I do actually mean, my book – the one I wrote. I am talking about Splidge, the Cragflinger – a children’s fantasy story that I have been working no this year. It is set in the land of Gud where it always rains. Sounds terribly dull doesn’t it? It’s not!
I have had a few copies run off to give to a couple of friends to proof read. I have already spotted errors in the text myself while flicking through – that is a good thing – it is probably riddled with typos, grammatical...
I love making stuff up. Is it because the world around me isn’t enough, or too boring or does not fulfill my needs or ambitions? – I know not. I just enjoy taking myself off into a world of my own creation and having adventures. I think as a writer, you need another place to disappear to from time to time.
I have been fascinated with writing all my life, as I have with reading. I wholeheartedly agree with the maxim; to write, you first need to read. I love to read and my house is testimony to that. The joy of reading was learned from an early age and from it the desire to write my own stuff was born.
Telling a story and taking an audience by the hand and leading them on a journey of my own creation has been my pleasure over the years. As a child, the visual medium of television also caught my imagination and I started...
Did I say being 50? What? You mean, half a century? Is that old?
I don’t feel old. I don’t feel any different from when I was in my teens. I do feel more mature, sensible, responsible. I also feel I can be stupid, sensibly and responsibly – I don’t think I do that before. I may not be able to run a marathon, but then I didn’t ever try or want to before, so that hasn’t changed.
I have lost an eye, but that could have happened at any age.
So why, do I feel that I have to question who I am, and what I have achieved now that I have reached this midlife point?
I shall tell you why. It is every time I see some one of my age being interviewed on TV about their life and the things they have done. They are generally successful, or have been successful and made a bit of money and do...